I shoved past her and took the stairs two at a time.
The master bedroom door was ajar. I pushed it open and walked in.
My brain whited out.
Where my custom double bed used to stand, directly facing the doorway, was an enormous waterbed.
On it, two bodies tangled together.
Alice's head was thrown back, moaning shamelessly. The man on top of her, driving into her with that perfect, powerful torso—I would have recognized him if he'd been reduced to ash.
I stared at the muscles of his back, the ones my hands had traced a thousand times. I watched the way he buried himself in her, lost in her, intoxicated. Time froze.
It wasn't until Alice's eyes locked onto mine—her moans sharpening into a scream—that I snapped back to reality.
So this was what the housekeeper meant by "Mr. Delgado is busy."
So this was how thoroughly he played along with her. All the way to the bed.
My vision darkened. My legs nearly gave out. I fought with everything I had not to turn and run. Then Dustin looked over his shoulder and saw me. The flash of panic in his eyes dissolved instantly into raw fury.
"Get out!"